A dim pulsating light, <br />Shines out in the dark night. <br />The clock strikes twelve, <br />Flames engulf the world. <br /> <br />Fallout, nuclear, physical, emotional, physiological <br />They say, war never changes. <br />Someone will always want more... <br /> <br />Contentment is not in the human nature, <br />Neither is peace, not for long of course... <br /> <br />We are dying in our struggle to survive, <br />Killing each other, for what, <br />Power, Fame, Glory, Pain, Corruption, Lust, Greed, Revenge? <br /> <br />Why do we as a species, as brothers and sisters come to this? <br />A primal fight for a place in this Earth, <br />That will one day soon, pass away too... <br /> <br />A dim pulsating light, <br />Shines out in the dark night. <br />The clock strikes twelve, <br />Our time has come, <br />We have fallen from our throne of life, <br />The world is consumed in the flames of our creation....<br /><br />Peter Vector<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-of-warfare/
